Now that hurt. Snagging a wing on a branch and then being forced to travel on foot? Ouch. Especially when your feet aren't necessarily developed for walking long distance. This, is unfortunately what's happened to an unlucky Noibat. Said Noibat, Gavenia, hobbled along the snowy landscape, her right wing dragging by her side uselessly. A sullen expression had made the young one look absolutely miserable. She had to somehow get her wing fixed, else she would freeze to death out here.
Jem had been on her daily routine, patrolling basically her territory when she heard the crunching of snow underfoot of a small creature. She flicked her ears trying to pinpoint where the footsteps were coming from. Once located, she found her curiosity taking over, and she started trotting through the snow towards the sound.